Run from it.
Run from love.
Don't let it find you,
cuz it'll rip you apart.
It'll break you in pieces,
tear your heart into shreds,
until you can't feel anymore,
or all you feel is hatred.
Run...
Run...
Run from it...
Run before it's too late.
If you don't run from love,
you'll end up in pain.
You'll have a broken heart.
So, do yourself a favor,
and run from love.
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